So. I am truly, without a doubt, the Very Worst Self-Marketer. Why? Because my latest book has been out for weeks and I haven’t said anything. Prolly ’cause depression & anxiety have been getting the best of me. I haven’t been tending to The Babadook as I should. (ICYMI, “Babadook” is the name of my …
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At the end of this post is an audio recording of my phone call with Rob Bell, if you want to scroll past my entire preamble and get down to business. If not, read on! Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, I was a Christian missionary in the former East Germany, …
There was a time when I loathed tattoos. This was when I was still my fearful child self, my anxiety-ridden teen self, and my superconfused young adult self. Anything different was terrifying. I know. Welcome To Humanness, right? People with tattoos intimidated the shit out of me. Remember, this was Germany in the ’80s and …
Yes. I chose that title specifically to get a certain song stuck in your head. If you’re American or GenX* or both, you’ll know which one it is. You’re welcome. (*I’m planning a near-future post concerning my thoughts on the very American phenomenon of shoving humans of the past 130ish years into boxes labeled with …
Well, so far so good on the dopamine reset. Sort of. I started these resetting shenanigans late Sunday evening. Early Tuesday evening, I opened up the Instagram app to check messages. Yes, I know I’m supposed to be avoiding social media. But I set myself the rule that this means doom/scrolling and doesn’t include private …
So. Here’s the two-hour fireside tale in a two-minute summary: I was raised in and spent most of my adult life committed to a conservative Christian denomination. Outwardly, I always seemed fully committed to all of the faith practices the denomination taught; but inwardly, I was on a journey of questioning, doubting, experimenting, discarding, deconstructing, …
Via @MrSteveProctor on Twitter: “Penn Square (Mall in Oklahoma City) used to be an open shopping center. Santa arrived each year via helicopter, climbing down a rope ladder. (In) 1963, Santa’s pants fell off while he was still in midair. It was the best thing ever.” Pantsless Claus.
Tally-ho, cutiepies! I was piffling around on Twitter and found a dream I’d shared there last year. Since it’s been forlikeEVER since I’ve blogged a dream, I thought it high time to rectify that oversight. *ahem* Here goes…. October 25, 2018Thanks to last night’s insomnia, I had to take a mid-morning nap or die. So …
That is a horrible title, but I don’t care. So, in cobbling together my previous post (and in trying to navigate the new UI of WordPress that has interloped since last I blogged [by Grabthar’s Hammer, I HATE new user-interfaces]), I realized that I’ve never really done a comprehensive post about the Light-Walkers universe. Doing …